To say Chanyeol was the most popular guy in your school would be an understatement. Chanyeol was the guy everyone wanted. Chanyeol was the guy every girl lusted for in her dreams. Chanyeol was the guy every guy wanted to be. He was the very embodiement of stereotypes.
To you, though, Chanyeol was just a dumb jock who was lucky enough to pass all his tests and successfully make a funny joke once in a while. Not that you really talked to him, or hung around him at school—the most conversation you two usually had was texts asking your place or mine? or husky swears when you fucked.
Chanyeol really was dumb sometimes. He liked to do exactly what he was doing to you that night, trying to make conversation while his hips, not following a straight rhythm, pushed in and out of you. Your arms slung around his neck, your head turn to the side, your eyes slitted in pleasure, you groaned as he initiated conversation.
"We're getting new students tomorrow," he stated, looking a bit unsure as how to take the news. "Heard they were going to be in your class."
"Chanyeol," you breathily sighed, taking in the warm smell of his blankets and pillows surrounding you. "Shut up."
"You're not curious?" he murmured. He dipped his head to mouth at your collarbone sloppily, spreading saliva across your body as his thrusts pushed a little deeper into you.
You gasped at the feeling, biting your lip and bucking your hips up to meet his. Chanyeol groaned, his deep voice making you shiver. Catching your hint, his thrusts became faster, although they came in a messy, unrythmic pounding. Chanyeol wasn't really skilled when it came to having sex, or maybe he just didn't care enough to put all his effort into performance. Either way, the only real reason you had ever become his fuckbuddy was because his dick was great. Nine inches long, four inches thick, he was so intimidatingly huge he barely fit into you. It took long lengths of foreplay, and sometimes rigorous fingering, before he could even think about trying to cram his thick cock into you. Not that you minded, though. The sex was always a great way to rid yourself of the stress you had built up from schoolwork. Academically, you were strong, but you still had to put in a lot of work to keep your grades high. And lots of schoolwork meant lots of stress.
"Really? You're not curious as to who the new kids will be?"
You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back, "No, Chanyeol, not really—Could we please talk about this later because you're supposed to be fucking me right now?"
He chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry, Yejin. Forgot you're not a talker."
You breathed out a sigh of relief as Chanyeol worked himself into a frenzy, his mind then clear of the languid conversation he was pressing for previously. When Chanyeol was really horny, really worked-up, his long body nearly destroyed yours in every pleasurable way possible. His hips slammed, his dick stretching you out, his mouth latched onto your breast, sucking hard and tonguing your nipple. You clutched at the sheets in desperation, arching your back and whimpering as Chanyeol brought you close to your orgasm.
"I-I'm going to—" you whined, your words splitting into a butchered moan as his long length drove right against your sweet spot.
Chanyeol's breath equally heavy, his hips stuttering, he broke out in hissing groans as he came with you, your own body exploding in pleasure. Embarassingly desperate moans continued to spill from your mouth as you came down from your high, and Chanyeol raised his eyebrows as he pulled out and ripped off the cum-soaked condom.
Biting your lip to keep the moans back, you breathed hard, your orgasm having tired you so. You knew as soon as you were capable of it, you'd be putting on your clothes and heading back home. Your mother had only thought you and Chanyeol were studying, and having met Chanyeol quite a few times in which he charmed her, your mother could care less about how long of a time your spent at his place. In fact, you were sure your mother was so whipped for the boy, you wouldn't ever be reprimanded if she found out you and Chanyeol were fucking.

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Something More // Zhang Yixing
FanfictionAt Busan High, you've gotten used to the way things work. You stay quiet and out of the way at school, but at his place, you find him in between your legs, his name on your lips, his body worshiping yours. It's the way it's always been since you've...